Marshall was in his mid-twenties and a good looking man. He kept himself in good shape and was attentive to his appearance. He was also very shy and retiring and had never had much luck with the opposite sex. It seemed that every time he got up the nerve to approach a woman, his courage would evaporate before he could follow through. He also had co-workers and acquaintances ask him out from time to time but he was simply too nervous and awkward to accept. He wasn’t a virgin but there had been very few sexual encounters in his life.
Finally, in an act of desperation Marshall purchased a book he saw on the Internet entitled “How to Get in Bed with the Woman of Your Dreams”. He read and re-read it from cover-to-cover and was fascinated to learn all the techniques on conversation skills, reading body language and especially pick-up lines. After committing key passages to memory Marshall resolved to test out his new found knowledge.
Donning his trendiest outfit one Friday night, Marshall plucked up the courage to visit the hot singles bar he had been reading about in the papers. After paying the outrageous cover charge he was immediately assaulted by the bright lights, pulsating music and the somehow intoxicating scent of intermixed cologne and perfume emanating from the masses of sweaty bodies writhing on the dance floor. Marshall nearly turned on his heel to retreat from the cacophony but then remembered his resolution. “Tonight I am getting laid” he repeated to himself over and over. It was to become his mantra for the evening.
Marshall couldn’t face the dance floor so he went to the quieter bar and managed to find a seat. He ordered a drink and turned around to survey the place. It was wild. He had never seen so many low-cut dresses, short skirts and bare midriffs. After a while Marshall turned his attention back to the bar. Seated two stools down was a cute woman. Not a fashion model knockout by any stretch of the imagination, but very pretty. She was... Læs hele novellen
